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Transparent threads hanging from Doflamingo's fingertips spread silently, casting forward like a spiderweb.
Behind his sunglasses, his brows rose almost imperceptibly-over the years, "Parasite String"
had long since become capable of easily controlling great pirates with bounties worth hundreds of millions, yet now, the figures in white suits all shifted their footing and slipped aside the instant the threads fell. Their mastery of Observation Haki was clearly far from ordinary.
Whenever a thread or two tangled around someone's limbs, their nearby colleagues swung their blades without hesitation.
Before the controlled person could act, they had already fallen into a pool of blood.
That instantly rendered his usual methods meaningless.
"You two youngsters,"
Rayleigh's sword cleaved an agent diagonally from shoulder to waist, a fan of blood mist blooming in the air.
He turned his head as he recovered from the swing. "Aren't you Celestial Dragons?"
"We used to be."
Doflamingo's brows drew tight.
Of course he knew what Cipher Pol Aigis Zero represented-the shield directly under the Celestial Dragons. Every recruit possessed strength equivalent to a bounty of at least three hundred million Beli, and in his memories, the organization had never numbered more than ten.
Yet the white figures before him... were packed so densely that he could barely see their end.
"If this isn't an illusion created by some Devil Fruit,"
he heard his own low voice say, "then it means the World Government has trump cards we never knew about."
Rayleigh sighed, his blade sinking into another body.
As expected, shaking those lofty beings had never been easy.
On the other side, thick darkness spread rapidly along the ground, submerging the ankles of a large swath of agents like a tide.
Some instinctively tried to leap into the air, but the darkness suddenly began spinning, becoming